According to an imperial edict, all the people in the general's palace were ransacked, and the whole family was exiled to the bitter cold of northern Xinjiang.
Shen Qinghe looked at his family members crying together and carried the family on their shoulders.
No food on the way to exile? She used local materials and prepared a handful of wild vegetables to make an imperial meal-level delicacy. She was so greedy that she escorted the officer to tears.
Someone bullied her family? She cooked a table of delicious food with a smile, and then beat people to the ground.
Passing by Heifeng Ridge, he was kidnapped by the leader of the bandit village and taken to the mountain.
Shen Qinghe: ... Okay, let's make peace with it now.
So she opened up wasteland for farming, developed delicious food, and turned a bandit's den that was so poor that the northwest wind was blowing into the richest place in northern Xinjiang.
When the refugees came, she took care of the food; when the soldiers came, she took care of the food; when heroes from all walks of life came here, she conquered them all with a bowl of rice!
One day, the cold-faced man in charge of the village finally couldn't bear it anymore and knelt down on one knee——
"Mother He, marry me. Two hundred thousand troops will be your betrothal, and the whole world will be your dowry."
